He was once a handsome young man in a green shirt, but overnight, he turned into a dark and cold-hearted person. She was once a charming girl dressed in white, but out of hatred, she killed the sky with a sword.
How could he know that he had only fallen in love with the wrong person in his life, and that his thoughts were fleeting. How did she know that she hated someone she shouldn't hate, but her wisdom ruined her life.
With two pieces of magic, everything was once a disaster? Is it fate?
Only in the next life will the harp and flute play again, and a song of departure will be sung in harmony.
"If there is an afterlife, I would only like to be a sword in your hand, to accompany you to chop bamboo and harp, listen to the wind and step on the moon, slay demons and monsters with you, and wander around the world. From now on, I will never leave, never leave, and never forget. But, I don't know if there will be an afterlife?"